Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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